[As he pauses to glance up at Shikamaru, he shrugs an arm up to wipe the sweat dripping down his temple - before remembering the protective gear that encases his whole body.]
Yeah, it's ready. [He heaves the last shovelful of dirt over his shoulder, then slaps the shovel up onto the earthen rim surrounding the hole and hoists himself out. The hole is about as tall as he is. Just short of the proper length, but the best he can mass produce under time constraints. Hole after hole for body after body.]
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Yeah, it's ready. [He heaves the last shovelful of dirt over his shoulder, then slaps the shovel up onto the earthen rim surrounding the hole and hoists himself out. The hole is about as tall as he is. Just short of the proper length, but the best he can mass produce under time constraints. Hole after hole for body after body.]